Heaps of gold.

I am the man that knows; I and another one.

But he won't speak.

He is--" He checked himself with a feeble smile, and, making an unsuccessful attempt to pat the officer on the shoulder, knocked over a couple of empty bottles.
"Personally you are a fine fellow," he said very distinctly, in a patronising manner.

His head nodded drowsily as he sat muttering to himself.
The two officers looked at each other helplessly.
"This won't do," said the lieutenant, addressing his junior.